Fiery Skies

is this is what we've born for is this all in vain or is there's something more how many times will i tell the same tale my horizons are turning fiery while your smile is turning pale where's that divine telephone booth I've gotta call and you've gotta pour some truth it's getting all hairy this body i carry I've gotta make a stand but I've gotta know where i stand and if I held your hands will you understand to hell with your world when fake unites and truth devides to hell with your fear didn't you know no one will make it out of here with two lives I'm laying the passed on answers and you're killing me with your usury dancers i think you got it all wrong i think you're listening to the wrong song and if i cried lungs high under them red skies I'm counting dead babies oh shylock and his rabies give me some justice gotta make this pain dies neon lies them organ trafficking rabbis i never feared darkness oh the unknown will Lilly on the red mountains moan will she feel my drowning sighs mosques churches idols and temples egos runs in boiling veins and the pious essence trembles the specie went political analytical oh if this is what we've born for well the apocalypse is going poetical i won't compromise I'll smile and wink to your lies it's getting heavy this body i carry Tamer Hossam